All Chapters of Divorce Finally Made Him Break: Chapter 551 - Chapter 560

My eyes slowly reddened, and tears welled up at the corners.Since returning from the cemetery, I had locked my emotions away. I had neither laughed nor cried.Watching me like this day after day, Isaac felt his worry spiral beyond control.Now, a crack finally appeared in that hard shell. I was showing emotion again. I was no longer numb.He quietly let out a breath and gently suggested, "Josie, how about I take some time off and take you to Jervia to visit Mr. Holmes? I think it would help if a therapist checked in on you again."I slowly shook my head, my voice thick with tears. "I don't want to go anywhere... No doctor can bring my mom back.""Actually..." He was about to say something, but stopped.He decided to wait for news from Reid first.In the end, he didn't push me. "If you don't want to go, we won't then. We'll do things your way."When he left my room and reached the staircase, Victoria was waiting. She asked anxiously, "How is she? Is she any better?"Isaac sho

In the past, I always celebrated my birthday on the actual date, but Timothy had forgotten that my mother had passed away on that same day.Now he understood.A surge of irritation rose in his chest. It seemed that Isaac was really willing to do anything to please me.But then another thought followed. He wondered if Daphne was still hoping for his return since she was telling him this.Timothy's voice softened as he asked, over the phone, "Daphne, do you still hope that your mom will come back to me?"She sighed like an adult. "Daddy, you must have treated Mom really badly. Otherwise, why would she like Mr. Shore and not you?"After a pause, she gathered her courage. "Tomorrow, can you make Mom a cake yourself, too?"His heart gave a sharp jolt—aching, yet strangely warmed at the same time.Daphne's words gave him a surge of confidence. He gripped the phone tightly. "Don't worry. I'll try my best this time. I'll make your mother accept me again. Our family will be together aga

Timothy didn't delete the insults or disable the comment section on his Instagram account.As long as Grant Corporation's share price stayed stable and the company survived the crisis, the criticism was just noise.His once-empty account now had plenty of followers. Anything he posted drew crowds of comments, most of them hostile.Still, this was the only place where I might see it.He uploaded the photos of the cake he had baked and added a heart emoji in the caption.The moment he posted the photos, he felt an unexpected flicker of nervousness. He knew that I might never look, but he still wanted me to know that he was trying to change.The comment section exploded within minutes."Here comes the scumbag again. Who is this cake for? The new mistress?""Is Grant Corporation going bankrupt? Is he trying to become an influencer now?""You made this cake yourself? I've got to admit, it looks pretty legit. If being a husband doesn't work out, maybe you should become a baker inste

This was the limited-edition car Timothy bought at an auction a few days ago. It had even trended online.Even though he had been torn apart by public criticism and Grant Corporation had gone through a crisis, the company still survived.With the Grant family's deep network and long-established foundation, they weathered the storm.My mother lost her life, yet Timothy and Harriett continued their comfortable lives almost untouched.Ever since I exposed our marriage certificate and tore down the Grant family's façade, Timothy had become even more brazen.In the past, he at least tried to keep up appearances. Now he stood openly outside my workplace, ignoring every stare.People nearby had already slowed to a stop, pointing at him. At the same time, plenty of coworkers were glancing my way and whispering among themselves.Isaac acted like he didn't hear the gossip. The moment he saw me, he started to approach me in wide strides.I didn't even look at him and headed for the entran

That evening, when I left work, I glanced at the roadside out of habit. Timothy's car was finally gone.The security guard leaned closer, his smile curious. "Ms. York, Mr. Grant waited here almost two hours this afternoon. He left about an hour ago."I frowned and said, "You don't need to tell me things like that."He quickly fell silent.When my car pulled into Shore Manor, I froze as soon as I stepped out.String lights glowed along the staircase and walls, and balloons floated from the ceiling. A hand-drawn "Happy Birthday" sign hung crookedly on the wall.A slightly lopsided cream cake sat on the dining table beside a batch of freshly baked cookies. The table was filled with dishes that had clearly come from Isaac's kitchen."Happy birthday." Isaac's voice came from behind me, soft and careful, as if he were afraid of stirring up painful memories.Shannon rushed over and grabbed my hand, bouncing with excitement. "Ms. York, Mr. Shore helped Daphne and me set everything up.